Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-03-11
A CHICAGO oRUMMER's EXPERIENCE.
His Goodness Under Rather Trying Cir
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His Goodness Under Rather Trying Cir
, cumst ances.
| 'l've always made it a rule" said a
Chicago commercial traveller who had just
! come in from an extended tour through the
far west, to be polite and civil To every
one meet while out on the road. 1t pays
in the long run and saves heap of trouble.
But sometimes it is pretty rough on one 5
pride, and the sacrifices fellow has 10
make in behalf Of peace and good will are
frigktfully CALLING. About three weeks
ago | was in Globe, A. L. With another
commercial Traveller visited notorious
saloon in the town, about which had
heard good deal We went in ont Of
pure curiosity, and, going up to the bar
| called for drinks. \ rough looking man
was standing next the wall, about fifteen
/ feet away. He sang out, in very un-
pleasant voice:
81 say. stranger, amt ye goiB' to in
vite me ter drink with yes'
Not happening to feel very generous,
or like being imposed upon. said No. :
and my friend and raised our glasses to
our lips. Instantly a pistol report was
heard-a good, loud one, too-which
naturally startled me- and caused me to
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recover from my astonshment When
looked at my glass found no liquor in it.
but il was cracked and perforated. \
bullet had gone through it.
Bartender, said |, give me another
glass of whisky This is no good
You II pay for it,' he inquired
Certainly said |.
Again | raised the glass toward nj
llpS Nv hand Z b. =, I,
inches from the top of the bar when there
was another pistol shot The glass was
shattered into dozen pieces At tins
juncturc began TO understand the game
My blood was up, and | called for third
glass. 1t was broken rs the Others had
been. l was frightened nearly out of my
boots and expected to get killed at the
next shot, but | was mad, and kept on
calling for glasses until no less than five
had been broken in my hand On the
sixth l felt sharp pang in one Of my
fingers. ! looked and saw that the bullet
had plowed furrow half its diameter
across the top Of my foreiinger. But the
glass was sound and the liquor in il. i
raised the glass with triumphant flour
ish toward the sharpS hooter and drank
the liquor. He came right up To me,
held out his hand and .Xclalmed:
That's on me, ard. | pay for all
them drinks, an nov take another with
me. Thet's the fust time in at01ii az,
I've missed a glass, though Z mougbt be
tibet I've hurt somo o the boys hands
leetle. You's the fust man tibet ever held
up more'n two glasses on me. The fust
shot centrally maSes 'em weaken. like
yer nerve. young man. Let's hev suthin'
more on me-
This fellow, who was one of the most
wonderful sharDshooters ! ever saw, prac-
ticed that sort Of target work every day,
they told me. Ii was his regular amuse-
ment Ninety nine times out Of hun
dred he got his drinks for nothing. but
whenever he missed a glass or wounded a
man he paid for the drinks himself and
did the square thing all around. During
the remainder Of my stay in Globe he
treated me first class and you can bet
other people did. too, when he was with
:ne. That man has had several big offers
to come east and shoot in public, but he
prefers staying out there, living off his
share in the mine and amusing himself
shooting between fingers at whisky
glasses. .n-ChicaSo Herald.